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Chapter 19 is back

It was just dawn, and Gu Yan, under the escort of the guards, bypassed Hangzhou and went straight to the Jiangnan Customs Department located in the northeast corner of Pingjiang Mansion.

After changing horses twice in the middle, around noon, when they arrived outside Linhai Town, Gu Yan rode his horse up to a small mound, overlooking the busy three towns of Linhai in the distance, his heart agitated.

This is the starting point of his previous life to destroy the corruption and revive the vitality of the empire. Here he made bold moves like a broken bamboo.

This is also the reason why he was defeated halfway in the previous round and died in a foreign country.

Last time, he ignored too many hidden dangers. These hidden dangers germinated from here, connected everywhere, grew stronger, strangled his and the emperor's efforts to reorganize the empire, and also hanged him and the emperor.

Now, he's here again, standing here.

This time, it was five years earlier than before, and he was no longer the high-spirited young man who only cared about rushing forward.

Gu Yan pulled a resounding firecracker, pointed to the endless prosperity ahead, "Go!"

The Jiangnan Sea Taxation Department spanning both sides of the island occupies a very large area.

Gu Yan changed from his riding clothes to a Yuebai Hangluo gown, tied with a silk sash of the same color, waving a folding fan, and walked among the bustling crowd, looking left and right, stopping from time to time, stretching his head and bowing his body carefully Look, it's no different from a foreigner visiting Linhai Town for the first time.

Walking to the door of a warehouse with a signboard with the word He, Gu Yan stopped, looked at the brightly painted He character, narrowed his eyes slightly, paused, looked from the signboard with the word He to the warehouse, and then looked back at the word He from the warehouse. He Zi, shaking the folding fan, continued to move forward.

This word "He" comes from their Prince Rui's residence.

The He family is the family member of Prince Rui's mansion, and they take care of the properties of Prince Rui's mansion in Linhai Town and the property in Pingjiang City full-time.

He has always regarded them as members of the palace and as his own.

It wasn't until very late that he realized that in the eyes of the He family, the real owners of those properties in Linhai Town were their He family. They were the uncrowned kings entangled in Linhai Town, and the real owners of the Jiangnan Sea Taxation Department. The palace was just for them. Driven dogs and horses.

Gu Yan waved his folding fan, walked and watched at ease, passed a restaurant with fluttering ribbons and carved beams and paintings, Gu Yan stopped, looked up, closed the folding fan with a clatter, and walked into the Huanmen.

Facing the small and exquisite dishes, Gu Yan pointed, asked what is special about this dish, what kind of taste is that dish, picked and ordered five or six dishes, sat in the private room on the second floor facing the street, Watching the liveliness downstairs, had a meal, and then went shopping.

Strolling to the gate of the customs department, across the wide bluestone road, Gu Yan slowly shook his folding fan, carefully looked at the monster-like customs department, looked at it for a while, turned around, and yawned, "Tired, let's go back."

After leaving the town, Gu Yan got on his horse, ran for a mile or two, stopped the horse suddenly, frowned and asked, "What county is this nearby?"

"Master, Kunshan County is a small county." Shi Gun quickly replied.

"Go and see, watch the wind."

Gu Yan said the words "Guan Guanfeng" rather helplessly.

Shi Gun took a clear look at his elder son.

His family's senior son is doing big things, and it is indeed a waste of talent to go to a small county like Kunshan to watch the wind, but since his family's senior son is leading the mission of watching the wind, since he passes by a small county in Kunshan, it is indeed difficult not to watch.

It's not easy for his family's son!
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Kunshan County Government.

Huang Xianzun asked someone to quietly call Li Shikuan from Wang Zi Fang to the county government office, and asked carefully about the past festivals of Li Xuedong and Li Wencai. In Kunshan County, the case will be heard.

In the afternoon, Li Wenhua walked in the front with a big burden on his back, followed by Li Xuedong and others. As soon as they got off the boat, they saw Mr. Gao trotting up to meet him, holding the front of his long gown.

"Let me talk to your third uncle first." Mr. Gao waved his hand at Li Xuedong, looked at Li Wenhua and said, "Your uncle told you to go back quickly and avoid people. If anyone asks, I will go to your elder brother's house in Linhai gone."

"Okay, then I'll go back first." Seeing Mr. Gao's serious expression, Li Wenhua hurriedly handed the big burden to Li Jinzhu, and hurried back to Lijiaji.

"What happened?" Li Jinzhu's heart raised.

Seeing Mr. Gao like this, something must have happened!
"It's not a big deal, it's nothing serious, let's get in the car first, and we'll talk after we get in the car."

Mr. Gao replied pretending to be calm, stretched out his hand to pull Li Xuedong, looked up and down, carefully, and stroked Li Xuedong's shoulder lovingly, "Don't be afraid, it's nothing serious, you are now a scholar! , my little girl is going too."

Mr. Gao looked at Li Xiaonan carefully.

Li Xiaonan panicked when he saw her, and hid behind her elder sister Li Jinzhu, only showing half of her face.

"Xiaonan..." Li Xuedong felt guilty, subconsciously trying to explain.

"Let's talk in the car, let's go, let's go to Lijiaji." Mr. Gao patted Li Xuedong, and took the three of them to a large cart next to him.

The cart only has a bamboo roof, which provides shade and does not block the wind, making it comfortable and cool.

After getting into the car, Li Jinzhu asked again: "What happened?"

"It's nothing serious, you don't need to worry, it's definitely fine, I've seen the county magistrate." Mr. Gao confessed a few words with a serious face, paused, and then continued: "Your uncle Li Wencai, hand over to the county government office. Filed a complaint, the scholar in Lecture Hall was selected by Xiaonan."

"Ah!" Li Xuedong was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Look at your child, you are a scholar, what is there to be afraid of, you, you are too timid." Mr. Gao patted Li Xuedong, feeling extremely sorry.

This kid Xuedong is really nice!

"Then what did Mr. Huang say?" Li Jinzhu's face also turned slightly pale.

Li Xiaonan was next to Li Jinzhu, she lowered her eyelids and dared not make a sound.

"How else can I say it? Can a shrewd person like Huang Xianzun believe such nonsense? I've said it all, it's okay, don't be afraid. I've already told the county lord about your third uncle's desire to lose his family, and he This is false accusation, don't worry!"

Mr. Gao raised both hands and pressed, raised and pressed.

Although his family's Xuedong is a scholar, but after all, he just passed the exam and hasn't had time to deal with it, so it seems to scare the child.

Alas, he was also a little confused.On his trip to the county government, although Huang Xianzun kept smiling and was very kind, he didn't tell the truth until the end!

"It's definitely fine!" Mr. Gao emphasized, "Everyone knows that Li Wencai's report is nonsense, and Huang Xianzun is wise. Don't be afraid. Listen to me and tell the truth."

Mr. Gao moved to face Li Xuedong and Li Jinzhu.

"On the day your third uncle filed a complaint, the county magistrate called me to the county government office and asked about the grievances between you and your third uncle's family.

"The next day, when it was getting dark, the old man Kuan came to see me at home. He came directly to my house from the county government office. He told the county magistrate to ask about the grievances between you and your third uncle's family.

"Old Master Kuan also said that after hearing about it, Huang Xianzun was very moved, and he must return Li Xiucai's innocence and justice. Do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

Mr. Gao looked from Li Xuedong to Li Jinzhu.

Li Jinzhu kept nodding.

"I discussed it with Mrs. Kuan. Mrs. Kuan has to watch at Lijiaji. I'll come here to wait for you and tell you about the matter first.

"Last night, Mr. Huang Xianzun sent me a message, asking me to wait here for you and accompany you to Lijiaji.

"Huang Xianzun said that he planned to have Li Wencai's report on the case of being a test taker be tried in the Li family.

"You don't have to worry in the family, Mr. Kuan is not a simple person, he must have made arrangements, don't be afraid, when the time comes, just do what you want.

"I'll talk to Xuedong about the rules of meeting officials again, Xuedong, your status is different now..."

Mr. Gao moved around, faced Li Xuedong, and carefully taught Li Xuedong how to call himself and how to answer when he met Huang Xianzun.

　About Imperial Examination Handwriting

　　In the past, to become an official in the imperial examination, there were two basic skills. One was official Chinese, which is the current Mandarin, and the other was to write a good Guange style. This Guange style can be understood as printed style, and it is also Song style. Printed script, imperial examination papers, memorials to the emperor, and official correspondence should all be written in Guange style.

　　This kind of pavilion style can be distinguished from good to bad, but it is really extremely difficult to tell whose handwriting it is.

　　In the imperial examinations, the examination papers of Juren and Jinshi need to be transcribed by a special person, just in case someone recognizes the handwriting based on the pavilion. After all, the people who grade the papers are definitely not simple people.

　　The level of scholar generally does not need to be transcribed again.

　　The former students had to learn Guange style characters from the first day of school, so if they failed the exam, they could do the same job. Copywriters, who copied books, had to use Guange style to write a stroke. A good pavilion style can be eaten by words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)